“Everyone! Salute!” At the captain’s command, the surrounding armed officers instantly straightened up and snapped into a formal salute—directed at Wind. Though most of them still didn’t understand why their captain showed such respect, it was obvious: if he could overlook the fact that Wind was carrying guns in Lioran, then this man had to be someone of enormous influence. The spectacle left the crowd utterly speechless. Even Arthur felt it—truly felt—the sheer power of Heaven's Cult in that moment. Wind had once mentioned to him that he held a firearm license. At the time, Arthur had already gained immense respect for his grandfather. It was only then that Arthur began to understand just how much his grandfather had done behind the scenes for Lioran. His grandfather had never forgotten he was Lioran-born. Over the years, Heaven's Cult had intercepted countless threats to Lioran. They had cooperated secretly with the authorities to repel dangerous enemies on multiple occasions. Without their help, Lioran might not enjoy the peace it had today. Even many of Lioran’s rare and valuable resources had been freely supplied by Heaven's Cult. They weren’t just allies. They were guardians. And for that, the highest authority in Lioran had personally granted his grandfather the legal right to bear arms within the country. Even if someone from their group mistakenly hurt a citizen in the line of duty, compared to the overall safety they ensured for the country, it was considered a negligible cost. In Lioran, if Heaven's Cult ever drew a gun, the first assumption would be: something serious is happening. A spy, a threat, some crisis. Not whether they were allowed to draw weapons. People at that level didn’t need to explain themselves. Anyone who encountered them would be expected to salute. Wind didn’t return the salutes. Instead, he turned to Arthur and gestured respectfully. “This is our boss—Arthur.”Short and simple, but the weight behind Wind’s words slammed into the captain like a ton of bricks. Boss? The man in front of them, already powerful enough to possess a firearm license, wasn’t even the leader? He was just the subordinate? And this Arthur… was his boss? The captain quickly approached Arthur, bowing slightly with an apologetic expression. “Sir, I deeply apologize. It was all a misunderstanding!” He wished he could just kneel on the spot. They had actually dared to aim their weapons at someone like this. Then his gaze turned to Henry and the rest—the ones who had wielded knives and clubs against Arthur. Rage flooded his veins. Idiots! The man you threatened was practically a guardian deity of Lioran—and you forced us to intervene? You’ve got a death wish. With a furious roar, he shouted, “Take them into custody! All of them!” The armed officers straightened again. It was the first time they had seen their captain this enraged. “Yes, sir!” Their booming response echoed through the area like thunder. No one dared resist. They had all been scared stiff. Finley, Zac, Henry—their faces were blank with shock, blood still smeared across Finley’s lips. How had it come to this?These guys had guns. Real ones. In Lioran. That meant serious prison time—maybe even a death sentence. Why weren’t they the ones being arrested? Instead, the officers were locking up them? Compared to wielding firearms, bullying fellow students with knives and clubs seemed like nothing. But when Arthur saw that only Henry and his crew were being detained, he calmly pointed at Finley and Zac. “They assaulted students in public. These two were the ringleaders—the rest were just their lackeys.” He gestured toward Henry’s group again. Finley’s heart skipped a beat. He immediately protested, “I’m Finley, heir to the Tremo family! You dare—” Before he could finish, the captain cut him off coldly with a sharp glare and waved to his team. “Take them too!” Finley froze, stunned. He hadn’t even finished speaking, and they were already binding him? He erupted. “Hey! Do you know who I am?! I’m Finley, heir to the Tremo family! I’m Solivair’s son! You’d better think twice before you—are you really going to arrest me?!”